“Oh man, has it ever been a rough week here at the Boyfriend site. For both me and my staff. You knew I had a staff, didn't you? I'm sure I've mentioned this before. Obviously, there's me -- chief cook and bottle-washer. And then there's Lucky T. Cat, who assists with my last round of rewrites by sitting on my lap and listening to me read aloud each final draft (I read every write-up aloud before posting it -- someday I'll do a podcast of this process so you can hear just how big a dork I really am, because I laugh like a maniac at my own jokes and two-thirds of them aren't even funny). If Lucky doesn't like what she hears, she bites me on the kneecap. If she does, she purrs and looks cute. It's very helpful. And then there's the most vital staff person of all -- my Mom, once voted Best Legs in the English Department by her students back when she was a high school teacher. Mom does one last round of proofreading the moment the write-up gets posted and then emails me with a list of c”
